78 persone rivelano i ricordi raccapriccianti che li hanno perseguitati fin dall’infanzia

C'è qualcosa nei ricordi d'infanzia che li fa rimanere con noi per molto tempo. In sella a una bici nuova e scintillante, andare in spiaggia in una calda giornata estiva, pianificare il primo giorno di scuola. Potete vederlo? La loro natura intrinsecamente dolce ci ricorda quel periodo magico in cui lasciavamo correre la nostra immaginazione e muoverci con disinvoltura attraverso la vita senza una sola preoccupazione al mondo.

Tuttavia, c'è un'altra categoria di ricordi che desideriamo nascondere negli angoli più profondi della nostra mente e dimenticarli. Alcuni mesi fa, il Redditor Hugosimpon ha deciso di approfondire proprio questi casi. Hanno invitato i membri della comunità Ask Reddit a condividere i loro ricordi più inquietanti e inquietanti di quando erano bambini e le persone sono immediatamente saltate nella sezione dei commenti.

Dalle esperienze traumatiche agli eventi per i quali non hanno spiegazione, dozzine di persone sono state inondate da resoconti passati di fenomeni inspiegabili. Abbiamo raccolto alcune risposte agghiaccianti dal thread da condividere con te, quindi preparati a percorrere questo spaventoso sentiero della memoria in cui i mostri spaventosi sono solo l'inizio. Solo per avvertirti, però, alcune di queste storie non sono per i deboli di cuore, quindi leggile con cautela! Continua a leggere per trovare anche la nostra intervista approfondita sui ricordi d'infanzia con la psicoterapeuta Laura Cavanagh . E se hai esperienze simili da condividere, assicurati di raccontarci tutto nei commenti, siamo qui per ascoltarti.

# 1

Facevo il bagno nel fiume della nostra città con mio padre. Tutti lo facevano allora. Avevo circa 7 anni e siamo andati al nostro tour di nuoto. Quando siamo usciti ho toccato qualcosa di inquietante con il mio piede e ho chiesto a mio padre di controllare. Ha tirato fuori un tizio morto e gonfio. Ho avuto incubi per anni

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#2

Non ricordo esattamente quanto fossi giovane in quel momento, ma era davvero giovane. All'epoca i miei genitori lavoravano entrambi a tempo pieno e mia nonna molto anziana viveva con noi e si prendeva cura di me durante il giorno. Ero figlio unico in quel momento. Vivevamo in appartamenti.

Per tutto il giorno la nonna faceva lunghi bagni e io stavo seduto davanti alla TV finché non usciva e giocava con me. Questa volta ha impiegato molto più tempo del solito. Ad un certo punto, dopo averla chiamata senza ricevere risposta, sono andato alla porta del bagno e ho bussato. Quando lei non è uscita, sono entrata io.

Era sommersa fino al mento. Il suo corpo era contorto. La sua faccia era così contorta che sembrava che fosse in agonia. Le sue labbra erano completamente inclinate su un lato del suo viso e i suoi occhi erano… Idk… solo vuoti. Non ricordo cosa accadde dopo. Ma ogni volta che i miei genitori hanno raccontato la storia, dicono che sono scappato fuori dall'appartamento urlando un sanguinoso omicidio. I vicini mi hanno sentito, hanno chiamato un'ambulanza ei miei genitori.

Ha avuto un ictus e sarebbe stata costretta a letto per il resto della sua vita. È morta circa un anno dopo, credo. È strano, non riesco più a ricordare davvero che aspetto avesse più, ma la sua faccia quella volta mi è rimasta impressa. I genitori mi hanno detto che non ho parlato per settimane dopo.

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Abbiamo contattato Laura Cavanagh , psicoterapeuta e professoressa di psicologia al Seneca College di Toronto, per saperne di più sui ricordi d'infanzia e sul loro effetto sulle nostre vite. "Il poeta William Wordsworth una volta ha detto 'il bambino è il padre dell'uomo', e Sigmund Freud – che è probabilmente la figura più famosa nel campo della psicologia, vivo o morto – ha sicuramente convenuto che questo era vero", ha detto a Bored Panda . "Ciò che Freud intendeva con questo era che le prime esperienze dell'infanzia hanno un impatto profondo e permanente su di noi, determinando la nostra traiettoria di sviluppo e il corso della vita".

Lo psicoterapeuta Cavanagh ha sottolineato che l'idea che i nostri primi anni siano formativi è ampiamente accettata nella cultura popolare, quindi per molti di noi sembra buon senso. Ma in realtà le cose sono un po' più complicate.

"È solo relativamente di recente che abbiamo compreso l'impatto drammatico delle esperienze della prima infanzia", ​​ha detto. Poiché i ricordi della nostra infanzia e della nostra infanzia sono piuttosto irregolari, ha portato molti a credere che ciò che è accaduto in quel periodo della nostra vita sia meno importante rispetto agli eventi della mezza infanzia, dell'adolescenza e oltre. "Freud ha ribaltato questa idea quando ha teorizzato che non solo i nostri primi anni erano di fondamentale importanza, ma che avrebbero continuato a plasmarci per il resto delle nostre vite", ha aggiunto Cavanagh.

#3

Andare in bagno in un grande magazzino. Mi sono seduto sul water a fare la cacca e ho avuto una strana sensazione. Mi sono chinato a guardare attraverso un buco nel muro divisorio e ho visto un bulbo oculare che mi fissava.

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#4

Sono stato quasi rapito da qualcuno che è venuto fino a casa mia e ha cercato di invogliarmi ad avvicinarmi a lui con la sua macchina quando avevo circa 5 o 6 anni. Stavo giocando in cortile da solo. Ha detto che voleva che gli mostrassi su una mappa dove si trovava una certa strada. Aveva la portiera della macchina aperta e tutto il resto. Grazie a Dio sono andato dentro per chiedere a mia madre di aiutarlo perché non c'era più quando io e lei siamo tornati.

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#5

Quando ero bambino, mi è stata erroneamente diagnosticata una paralisi cerebrale, ei miei genitori mi hanno portato dal "psichico" – uno strano ragazzo di mezza età in un appartamento squallido che ha promesso di aiutare la mia condizione. Ricordo che mi toccava il collo e tirava le orecchie, e faceva davvero male, avevo paura e volevo andare a casa. Non ricordo come sia finita, ma a quanto pare dopo solo due o tre sedute, mio ​​padre è andato a casa di questo ragazzo e l'ha picchiato seriamente.

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Gli studi dimostrano che Freud aveva ragione. Secondo il professore, potrebbe aver esagerato dicendo che il nostro destino era più o meno scolpito nella pietra all'età di cinque anni, ma aveva sicuramente ragione sull'influenza smisurata di quei primi anni. "La ricerca nel campo della psicologia dello sviluppo, in particolare nelle aree dell'attaccamento infantile (che esamina come il legame genitore-bambino nel primo anno influenzi la nostra traiettoria di sviluppo), ha dimostrato che queste prime esperienze ci influenzano per tutto il corso della nostra intera vita. "

Quando si tratta di inquietanti e inquietanti ricordi d'infanzia, hanno un profondo effetto sulle nostre vite. "Che ricordiamo consapevolmente o meno questi eventi, sono immagazzinati nei nostri corpi e collegati al nostro cervello. Hanno il potere di influenzarci, anche se non siamo in grado di ricordarli consapevolmente. Le esperienze spaventose e traumatiche dell'infanzia letteralmente ricablano cervello, quindi questi ricordi hanno un profondo effetto sul nostro comportamento, anche se rimangono sepolti nel nostro inconscio", ci ha detto Cavanagh.

#6

Quando avevo circa 14 anni ero a casa da solo mentre i miei genitori erano fuori a trovare degli amici. Intorno alle 21:30 di notte, sento improvvisamente delle voci al piano di sotto. Sapevo che tutte le porte erano chiuse e che nessuno oltre ai miei genitori poteva entrare, quindi temevo che la casa fosse scassinata, quindi comincio ad ascoltare. Sembra che almeno una dozzina di persone stiano organizzando una specie di cena, anche se non riesco a capire esattamente cosa stanno dicendo. Arrivo a metà delle scale e sento ancora le voci che parlano. Alla fine grido "ciao" e tutte le voci si fermano all'istante e non sento più niente.

La cosa più pazza che abbia mai provato.

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#7

Va bene, quindi ci sono alcuni frammenti di contesto;

Crescendo sembravo più vecchio di quanto ero ma in realtà non cambia nulla, avevo circa 10 anni ma sembravo circa 11/12.

Di solito portavo a spasso il cane di una vecchia signora in quel momento, un piccolo carlino intorno all'isolato ed era super gentile e mi pagava £ 1 per questo.

Ho deciso di andare al mio negozio locale che era a soli 5 minuti a piedi da casa mia.
Un tizio è entrato mentre stavo guardando i dolci e ha iniziato a parlarmi, è passato molto tempo non ricordo la conversazione ma ricordo parti delle parti più inquietanti.

Si è offerto di comprarmi dei dolci e delle bibite gassate.
Ed essendo il glutinoso di 10 anni che ero, ho accettato, ho pagato circa £ 20 solo per i dolci.

In qualche modo sapeva che avevo una sorella molto più piccola e le ho chiesto se le piacevano i Bon-Bon ho risposto che non lo sapevo ma probabilmente non poteva ancora mangiarli.

E poi quando siamo arrivati ​​al drink ha chiesto "che scuola vai?"

Tieni presente che ho 10 anni, sono solo in questo negozio e non conoscevo questo ragazzo.

Ho solo fatto finta di non saperlo, ma poi ha detto la mia scuola.

"Vai a [scuola]", giusto?"
Il mio cuore è caduto per un secondo da quando non ho mai visto quest'uomo prima in vita mia.
Stupidamente (probabilmente ho messo in pericolo altri bambini se quest'uomo aveva cattive intenzioni.) Ho detto che sono andato in una scuola in fondo alla collina rispetto alla mia scuola attuale.

Poi mi ha chiesto dove vivessi, e poi ha fatto clic per me.
Se i miei genitori sapessero chi era quest'uomo e vivesse in zona, probabilmente saprebbe dove sono rimasto, quindi perché me l'ha chiesto?
Ho risposto vicino alla stazione dei treni (di fronte) e di nuovo mi ha risposto con un'altra risposta che mi ha spaventato.

"Ti ho visto camminare dalla [mia strada]"

A 10 anni ero terrorizzato non solo dal fatto 1. Perché avrebbe dovuto spendere £ 20 solo per i dolci (tutti insieme le bevande, i dolci, le patatine arrivavano a quasi £ 30) ma perché mi sta facendo domande, qualcuno che non sapeva aspettarsi una risposta sapeva.

Ho riso nervosamente e una volta che ha pagato mi ha chiesto se volevo che mi accompagnasse a casa dato che era tardi.
(Era metà estate tra le 19:00 e le 21:00, quindi ancora abbastanza luce che potevo vedere)
Ho rifiutato e gli ho detto che mio padre mi stava aspettando.

Ho camminato lungo una certa strada che gira verso la stazione dei treni ma gira anche verso la mia strada attuale, anche gli stessi amici di strada e altre persone che conoscevano la mia vita, quindi mi sono sentito più al sicuro.

Mi ha comunque accompagnato fino all'inizio della strada, ma prima della svolta ho detto che mio padre alla fine mi stava aspettando nella sua macchina.

Sono corsa a casa, non ne ho mai parlato con mia madre.
Mi ha interrogato su dove avessi preso la roba da cui ho mentito e ha detto che ho trovato i soldi.

Non l'ho mai più visto, come MAI, quindi presumo che non abitasse nemmeno vicino a me.

Potrebbe non essere super inquietante ma comunque abbastanza inquietante per me stesso da chiedermi cosa stesse facendo.

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#8

Quando avevo circa 3 anni sono caduto in un fusto da 44 galloni pieno d'acqua che io e il mio piccolo amico stavamo guardando, ricordo che era una bellissima giornata di sole e quanto fosse limpida l'acqua.
A quanto pare il mio amico in qualche modo mi ha tirato fuori dopo che sono caduto ma onestamente non so come un altro bambino di 3 anni potrebbe farlo, non ricordo nient'altro a riguardo, non sono sicuro di dove fossero mamma e papà al lavoro .
Per anni ho avuto incubi su nuvole color ruggine che si gonfiavano, nuvole scure e arrugginite… mi ci sono voluti 30 anni prima che scattassi, era la ruggine che veniva suscitata da me che cercavo di uscire da quel tamburo.

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Mentre la gente dice che i bambini sono piccole creature resilienti, in realtà non è così. C'è spesso un effetto ritardato tra quando un bambino sperimenta un fattore di stress e quando il risultato di quel fattore di stress è evidente. "Freud ha effettivamente riconosciuto questo fenomeno: ha detto che la mezza infanzia era un 'periodo di latenza' in cui tutto sembra a posto, ma non vedrai l'impatto delle prime esperienze negative fino all'adolescenza o oltre".

Cavanagh ha menzionato un importante caso di ricerca sull'impatto delle esperienze avverse dell'infanzia (ACE) da parte di un medico, il dottor Vincent Felitti, che ha notato che molti dei suoi clienti adulti obesi hanno riferito di abusi durante l'infanzia. "I suoi pazienti hanno riconosciuto che il loro peso era un problema, ma ne hanno anche parlato come una volta una soluzione (ad esempio, aver guadagnato peso per essere invisibile o per non essere più visto come un oggetto del desiderio sessuale)", ha osservato .

#9

Quando avevo 9 o 10 anni ero sdraiato nel mio letto e desideravo essere vicino alla mia finestra (aperta), stavo per addormentarmi quando ho sentito passi incoerenti come se qualcuno zoppicasse, ho pensato che fosse mio padre perché aveva un tendenza ad alzarsi la notte e fumare e anche lui zoppicava a causa di un infortunio a calcio, quindi l'ho spazzato via quando l'ho sentito di nuovo ho iniziato a chiedermi cosa fosse e quando si è avvicinato alla mia finestra e si è fermato sono impazzito fuori e sono scivolato sotto le mie coperte dopo forse 5/6 minuti il ​​rumore si è allontanato dalla mia finestra e ha continuato per un'ora o due. La mattina dopo ho chiesto ai miei genitori se ieri sera erano andati a fare una passeggiata nessuno dei due l'ha fatto, quando ho detto loro cosa era successo si sono sparati uno sguardo terrorizzato e mi hanno detto di tenere la finestra chiusa da quel momento in poi

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# 10

Quando ero alle elementari (probabilmente 8 o 9), eravamo tutti nel cortile. Probabilmente come 100 bambini in tutte le aree esterne del parco giochi, insegnanti, ecc. Campo da basket, palestra nella giungla, aree di campo casuali, ecc. A metà giornata durante la ricreazione. Luminoso e soleggiato e non una nuvola nel cielo.

Stavo guardando attraverso il parco giochi e all'improvviso c'è stato un "flash" in cui tutti correvano all'interno all'unisono, e poi quasi immediatamente, un altro flash in cui tutti erano andati, non un'altra anima accesa il parco giochi, e il cielo era improvvisamente molto scuro, nuvoloso e tempestoso, e al secondo "flash" ci fu un suono estremamente forte di tuono che rimbombò ed echeggiò per quelli che sembravano minuti. Era chiaramente più tardi nel corso della giornata ed ero così fottutamente confuso.

Sono tornato in classe e probabilmente sono trascorsi 5 minuti prima che suonasse la campanella del licenziamento finale. L'insegnante mi chiedeva dove ero stato? E mi sono messo nei guai.

Immagino di essermi addormentato o qualcosa del genere, ma santo uomo di merda. Non ho mai provato niente del genere prima o dopo.

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# 11

Stavo camminando nel bosco con un paio di amici e ci siamo imbattuti in un'auto chiaramente abbandonata, non ho idea di come sia arrivata lì, era nel profondo del bosco. Eravamo tutti un po' spaventati, ma ho deciso di entrare per dare un'occhiata più da vicino. Alcune delle finestre erano distrutte, altre erano ricoperte di sporcizia e sudiciume. Sbirciai attraverso una finestra sfondata e vidi quella che era chiaramente una gamba umana. Urlavo e correvo, correvamo tutti e non tornavamo più indietro.

Non l'ho mai detto a nessuno, ma ci penso ancora tutto il tempo.

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Il professor Cavanagh, che ha una vasta esperienza di lavoro con le dipendenze, vede un modello simile con i clienti che si aprono sull'abuso di sostanze. "Riconoscono che è arrivato a un punto in cui sta distruggendo le loro vite, ma spesso parleranno di come è iniziato come un meccanismo di coping che ha funzionato per un certo periodo: per affrontare i ricordi ossessionanti dell'infanzia, per far fronte al dolore o per gestire l'ansia".

"I coetanei di Felitti erano estremamente scettici sulle sue osservazioni, ma Felitti era sicuro che fosse coinvolto in qualcosa di importante. Ha condotto uno studio su larga scala sull'impatto degli abusi infantili e, in seguito, su altre esperienze infantili avverse", ha continuato. "Ha scoperto che [gli ACE] erano correlati con una serie di esiti negativi nell'età adulta, risultati relativi alla salute fisica, alla salute mentale e al benessere psicosociale". Se sei interessato al tuo punteggio ACEs, assicurati di controllarlo proprio qui .

# 12

Passeggiando di notte con mia nonna lungo una strada sterrata vicino a dove vive in campagna. Dovevamo tornare a casa a casa dei miei nonni. A 6 anni mi rivolgo a mia nonna e le chiedo chi fosse la signora che correva dall'altra parte della strada dietro di noi. Si gira, non vede nessuno e mi chiede di descriverla. Fino al tee descrivo una donna crudele che viveva non lontano e che ora era morta da 10 anni.

Non abitavo lì, quindi non ci pensavo molto, ma secondo mio nonno, la mia descrizione della signora che avevo visto era così pertinente che mia nonna non camminava mai lì da sola dopo il tramonto. Sono passati 29 anni e lei si rifiuta ancora di percorrere quella strada da sola di notte.

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# 13

Qualcuno ha suonato una volta mentre stavo uscendo dalla doccia e così ho risposto al telefono con un asciugamano e una cuffia per la doccia. Il chiamante ha iniziato a dirmi cose disgustose. Mi sono bloccato finché non ha detto che poteva vedermi e ho capito che non poteva vedermi perché allora avrebbe saputo quanto fossi esilarante, quindi gli ho detto di andarsene e ho riattaccato

Ma amico, sono stato congelato dalla paura per un po' lì. Penso di avere 11 anni

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# 14

Quando avevo 8 anni stavo andando al negozio vicino a casa mia ed ero a circa 15 passi dal negozio quando uno sconosciuto mi ha detto di stringergli la mano, l'ho fatto e poi mi ha tirato e ha iniziato a trascinarmi, ho è rimasto scioccato quindi non ho potuto dire nulla e poi è venuto un uomo chiedendo cosa c'era che non andava e l'uomo sconosciuto ha detto che ero suo figlio e non mi ha dato il permesso di andare al negozio e mi stava portando a casa e a quel punto L'ho perso, gli ho morso la mano e lui mi ha lasciato andare e poi gli ho detto "Non ti conosco" mentre tornavo di corsa a casa mia.

Mi perseguita ancora oggi…

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"Quello che trovo con i miei clienti è che non è tanto che le persone non riescano a ricordare i loro spiacevoli ricordi d'infanzia, ma che hanno difficoltà a contestualizzarli. Le persone minimizzeranno ciò che è successo loro, sottovalutano la gravità di ciò che hanno vissuto, o confrontarsi con qualcuno che secondo loro l'ha avuto "peggio". Parlarne aiuta a contestualizzare. Quando le persone sono in grado di riconoscere un ricordo come doloroso, è più facile elaborare l'impatto che ha su di loro oggi e come Lasciarlo andare."

# 15

Ero all'asilo e la mia famiglia era appena tornata da Disneyland..quindi era piuttosto tardi. Ricordo di essere stato nella mia stanza che condividevo con mio fratello, quando nostro padre mi ha chiesto di tornare al piano di sotto, recuperare un oggetto (non ricordo cosa) dal borsone sul tavolo e riportarlo al piano di sopra. mi adeguo. Quando arrivo al borsone, inizia a muoversi violentemente, come se qualcosa fosse intrappolato all'interno e stesse cercando disperatamente di uscire. Ero inorridito e tornai di corsa di sopra. Quando sono tornato senza l'oggetto, mio ​​padre era sconvolto ed è andato a prenderlo. Mia madre ha chiesto cosa c'era che non andava e io gliel'ho detto. Ha cercato di dire che era il gatto..ma il gatto era con mio fratello quando ho lasciato la stanza E quando sono tornato.. quando l'ho detto, mi ha attribuito il fatto che fossi ancora mezzo addormentato dal viaggio in macchina a casa.

So cosa ho visto.

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#16

Quando avevo 10 anni, una nuova famiglia si è trasferita nel nostro quartiere. Erano strani, ma sono diventata amica della loro figlia e lei mi diceva che la sua casa era infestata dai fantasmi. Ero incuriosito, ma data la loro stranezza, non ci ho pensato. Un giorno, stavo giocando in cortile con lei quando un uomo dall'aspetto arruffato è uscito di corsa dalla porta di casa, seguito dai suoi genitori. L'uomo ha proceduto a correre a tutta velocità nel bosco, con suo padre che gli urlava contro. Quell'uomo viveva nella loro soffitta e la teneva chiusa dall'interno. Il padre alla fine lo aprì e lo scacciò. Ancora oggi, controllo sotto, dentro, sopra, dietro e fuori ogni casa in cui abbia mai vissuto e sgombero regolarmente gli angoli quando torno a casa.

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#17

Mio fratello è stato assassinato dalla sua ragazza quando erano entrambi ubriachi e ubriachi. Avevo solo 11 anni, mio ​​fratello ne aveva 17 e ne avevo 18. L'ho trovato. Picchiato a morte da lei. Il momento più inquietante della mia vita sarà sempre vederlo così. Era solo ricoperto di sangue, freddo, sembrava spaventato. La parte più inquietante è stata sentire il suo ultimo, respiro affannoso. È ovviamente bloccato con me. Se qualcuno ha domande, sarò felice di rispondere.

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Ha sottolineato che il trauma è definito più dagli effetti che ha su una persona che dalle sue caratteristiche esteriori. "Naturalmente, i suoi effetti dipendono dalla persona che vive l'evento: la sua particolare vulnerabilità psicologica e il cablaggio neurologico. Poiché le percezioni dei bambini sono filtrate attraverso il loro contesto, gli eventi possono essere traumatici a causa del modo in cui sono stati presentati a un bambino, in modo esplicito o implicitamente."

Ad esempio, se un bambino perde un animale domestico a seguito di un incidente, potrebbe non essere di natura traumatica. "Anche se triste, è un evento normativo, parte degli alti e bassi della vita", ha spiegato Cavanagh. Ma se il bambino viene accusato dell'incidente, il senso di colpa e la vergogna che provano possono essere opprimenti e possono portare a traumi e un impatto psicologico duraturo. "Non si tratta tanto della perdita dell'animale domestico, ma del contesto che circonda l'esperienza. Quindi, mentre la persona potrebbe dire, da adulta, 'beh, molte persone perdono un animale domestico durante l'infanzia', la realtà è che non molte le persone affrontano l'ostilità continua e la colpa da parte della loro famiglia per questa perdita. È il contesto che circonda l'evento che può portarlo a essere traumatico".

#18

Ricordo che quando avevo circa 12 anni in poi mi svegliavo casualmente nel cuore della notte con mia madre (abusante) in piedi sulla soglia. Aveva questo aspetto che dava quando era particolarmente incasinata tra l'alcol, gli oppioidi e i sonniferi che mescolava. Era assolutamente satanico. In più occasioni mi svegliavo con lei che mi fissava, ma molto più a lungo che semplicemente per "controllarmi". Sarebbe rimasta lì per quello che sembrava per sempre, e se mi fossi mosso anche solo leggermente mi avrebbe urlato per essere sveglio e mi avrebbe punito.

Un giorno mio padre mi ha chiamato in soggiorno e mia madre è lì con un'aria piuttosto preoccupata dicendogli che stava portando le cose lontano. Mi dice "Tua madre dice che sei stato a letto a piangere di notte perché hai paura che qualcuno entri nella tua stanza e ti uccida? Di cosa si tratta?"

Ero totalmente confuso e l'ho ignorato come una delle delusioni ubriache / alte di mia madre e gli ho detto che non l'avevo assolutamente fatto. È stato solo quando sono diventato adulto che mi sono reso conto che ogni volta che mia madre diceva qualcosa su qualcun altro, stava proiettando. Come mi ha detto per anni che sospettava che mio padre la tradisse. In realtà lo stava tradendo.

B***h probabilmente stava uscendo fuori di testa e stava pensando di uccidermi nel mio stesso letto.

No. Non parliamo più e l'ho informata che userò tutta la forza necessaria per rimuoverla dalla mia proprietà se mai si metterà in testa di farsi vedere.

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# 19

Mio padre ed io (probabilmente 8 all'epoca – troppo grandi per un rialzo, troppo piccoli per il sedile anteriore, quindi ero ancora dietro) stavamo tornando a casa da qualcosa. Era un'autostrada divisa a due corsie per senso e c'erano molti rimorchi per trattori. Mio padre è andato a superarne uno, ma siamo finiti per essere inscatolati. E non era solo una cosa di un camion lento che passava lentamente un altro camion, è andata avanti abbastanza a lungo da essere chiaramente apposta. Quindi eccoci qui, un camion che procedeva piano di proposito davanti a noi, uno che ci bloccava di lato e il nostro "lato aperto" era contro una roccia solida mentre cercavano di spingerci fuori strada. Ricordo che mio padre era impazzito e cercava di farsi consegnare le targhe dei camion alla polizia, che al momento non poteva chiamare perché eravamo in una zona morta di telefoni cellulari. Alzai lo sguardo dal libro che stavo leggendo e fissai un contatto visivo con uno degli autisti: aveva una grande barba bianca e mi guardò dritto negli occhi con un sorriso sinistro che, se non avessi già smesso di credere a Babbo Natale, mi avrebbe fatto paura del Natale.

Alla fine siamo arrivati ​​in una città e siamo riusciti a entrare in un parcheggio, dove mio padre ha chiamato la polizia. Abbiamo aspettato una decina di minuti per allontanarci dai camion, poi siamo tornati sulla strada e per fortuna non li abbiamo incrociati di nuovo.

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# 20

Mi sono svegliato e sembrava che qualcuno o qualcosa fosse sopra di me impedendomi di muovermi o respirare. potevo sentire il respiro pesante ma non era il mio. oltre a questo, non riuscivo a muovermi quanto ci ho provato. continuavo a provare a dire "vai via" ma non uscivano parole. quando alla fine sono stato in grado di muovermi, mi sono rilassato di nuovo e ho sentito di nuovo la pressione e ho sentito il respiro pesante che non era il mio. dopo ho dovuto alzarmi dal letto. ancora oggi lo ricordo chiaramente. la paralisi del sonno è un'altra cosa. cosa c'è di più più tardi quel giorno stavo andando a scuola a piedi e vedo un uomo coperto di sangue sul marciapiede. inutile dire che quel giorno è stato il giorno più inquietante che abbia mai vissuto.

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Dopotutto, il primo passo del processo di guarigione è ammettere che hanno avuto un impatto sulle nostre vite suscitando paure o provocando un pedaggio sulla nostra salute mentale. Perché quando portiamo alla luce ricordi dolorosi, perdono il loro potere. "Quando parliamo delle nostre esperienze traumatiche, sposta quei ricordi dalla parte di 'sopravvivenza' del nostro cervello alla nostra corteccia logica e razionale. Ciò non significa che quei ricordi non siano più dolorosi, ma non hanno il potere per mandarci più in lotta-fuga-o-congelamento".

#21

Io e i miei due amici costruiamo una "casa sull'albero" nella foresta, vicino alle nostre case. Non era davvero una casa sull'albero, dato che era a terra, ma abbastanza buona per giocare. Avevamo tutti circa 6-7 anni e questo è successo in primavera perché c'era neve sulla foresta.

Stavamo giocando e sono uscito dalla nostra casa sull'albero per raccogliere qualcosa e ho visto un uomo a circa 50 metri da noi. NBD, ci sono un sacco di sentieri e persone che fanno jogging, portano a spasso i loro cani e così via, quindi non ci ho pensato molto e sono tornato alla nostra casa sull'albero.

Mi ha seguito e non l'ho preso.
Stavamo giocando e lui è venuto a dare un'occhiata alla nostra casa sull'albero, complimentandosi e si è inginocchiato alla "porta". Poi chiede se può mostrarci qualcosa e tira fuori il cazzo. Mi chiede se vogliamo toccarlo, dai, puoi toccarlo. Non lo faremmo. Poi ha "pisciato" davanti a noi e ricordo di aver pensato a quanto fosse strano che la sua pipì non fosse gialla, era bianca.

Gli abbiamo detto di andarsene e penso che potrebbe aver sentito qualche dogwalker, perché se n'è andato. Siamo andati a casa e abbiamo parlato di quell'uomo a uno dei nostri padri e lui ha chiamato direttamente la polizia. Io, essendo il più anziano, ho descritto i suoi vestiti alla polizia e loro hanno continuato a cercare. Qualche tempo dopo i poliziotti hanno richiamato il padre del mio amico e hanno detto che avrebbero potuto catturarlo, i bambini sarebbero stati in grado di identificarlo? Abbiamo guardato al balcone, ma non era lui. IIRC non l'hanno mai catturato.

Non credo che mi abbia traumatizzato o altro, perché non è successo niente ed ero troppo piccola per capire qualcosa a parte che fare pipì nella casa sull'albero di qualcun altro era maleducato. Da adulto mi sono reso conto di cosa ha fatto laggiù e mi sono passato per la testa alcuni scenari su cosa sarebbe potuto accadere. Sono passati quasi 30 anni e posso ancora vedere il suo sorriso quando ci ha guardato, e mi viene un po' i brividi, perché quel sorriso non era affatto normale. Ricordo che aspetto aveva e cosa indossava.

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#22

Avevo molti spasmi febbrili e alcuni erano piuttosto pericolosi. Ricordo vividamente di essermi svegliato in un ospedale, con una tenda verde intorno al mio letto, pensando di essere morto. Poi mi sono accorto che le persone parlavano, ho riconosciuto la voce di mia madre e ho cercato di fare un po' di rumore ma proprio non ci riuscivo. Sembrava che non gli importasse, mentre con il senno di poi stavano discutendo ulteriori procedure per affrontare la situazione, pensando che non c'era modo che sarei stato sveglio considerando i dati che avevano dalle mie valutazioni mediche.

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# 23

non dimenticherò questo. una sera mi stavo preparando per andare a letto, mamma era in soggiorno a guardare il suo spettacolo e mentre mi stavo sdraiando ho sentito qualcuno sussurrarmi il mio nome come se mi fosse direttamente in faccia. era buio pesto e la mia porta era chiusa, quindi ho urlato all'istante per mia madre, e quando le ho detto cosa era successo ha detto "potrei essere stato io a dire qualcosa a me stesso", il che avrebbe avuto senso dato che stava guardando il suo programma, ma vabbè. onestamente mi è sembrato LETTERALMENTE in faccia

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"Inoltre, esistono trattamenti psicoterapeutici efficaci per i disturbi da stress traumatico. La terapia di elaborazione cognitiva (CPT), la terapia di esposizione prolungata e la desensibilizzazione e rielaborazione dei movimenti oculari (EMDR) sono interventi basati sull'evidenza che mostrano risultati eccellenti nel trattamento dei traumi", ha affermato , sottolineando l'importanza di trovare un fornitore esperto che ti guidi durante il tuo viaggio.

#24

Aveva una baby sitter regolare che conosco e disprezzo ancora fino ad oggi per comportamenti loschi, quando ero piccolo (non ho idea di quando a causa di quanto ero piccolo ma penso sotto i 5 anni?) mi prendeva per i lati del mio testa e fai oscillare fino a quando non stavo piangendo così forte che mi schiaffeggiava "per essere arrabbiato".

A 16 anni ho scoperto di avere una lesione cerebrale che la maggior parte delle persone è NATA con cui non aveva una spiegazione logica.

Ho passato anni di terapia estensiva e ho finito per ricordare un sacco di cose orribili, inclusa quella. Ho stabilito la connessione, ho parlato con il mio neurologo che aveva cercato di risolvere la mia emicrania per quasi un decennio a quel punto, ed era troppo tardi per risolverlo con un intervento chirurgico. Quindi, ora ho una lesione cerebrale che potrebbe uccidermi senza preavviso per nessun fottuto motivo.

Grazie, Antonio.

ETA; Ho subito molti abusi che all'epoca sono stati ignorati o accettati da mia madre. Non riuscivo a ricordare molto della mia vita prima di questa particolare terapia di immersione.

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#25

Stavo andando in bicicletta con due amici su una strada su cui le macchine guidavano raramente. Eravamo tutti ragazzi e avevamo circa 13 anni.

Un vecchio in un furgone rallenta accanto a noi e dice a voce bassa: "Ehi, so che i tuoi genitori non vorrebbero che tu accettassi soldi da sconosciuti… Ma va bene questa volta." Aveva dei soldi in mano e ce li ha mostrati.

Abbiamo rifiutato un noped, cazzo fuori di lì

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#26

Essere nella vasca da bagno con il mio disgustoso patrigno, mia madre e mio fratello. Tutto in un bagnoschiuma. Dovevo avere circa 3 anni e ricordo distintamente che non mi piaceva, mi sentivo strano e non volevo essere nudo con il patrigno. Mia madre sostiene che questo “non è successo”… ma è successo.

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Mentre aprirsi sulle nostre esperienze passate ci aiuta a far fronte al loro impatto, c'è un certo senso di fascino che attira le persone a consumare queste storie. Il professore ci ha detto che non c'è dubbio che vogliamo immergerci negli elementi misteriosi e oscuri della vita. "Questo è davvero un fenomeno interculturale che sta nel tempo storico: alla gente piace andare un po' fuori di testa! Alcuni psicologi evoluzionisti affermano che condividere storie dell'orrore aiuta a promuovere la sopravvivenza della nostra specie: possiamo mettere in guardia le persone su come evitare o sopravviviamo al pericolo senza che siano effettivamente in pericolo. Impariamo come affrontare la paura, in assenza di una reale minaccia alla nostra sopravvivenza", ha concluso Cavanagh.

#27

Ho un ricordo di un uomo alto che indossava un abito paisley rosso e blu che appariva, guardava e mi diceva che andava tutto bene. Non ho mai visto quest'uomo in vita mia, ma penso che potrebbe essere un fantasma che presumibilmente segue mia madre. Era inquietante e spaventoso, ma mi avrebbe sempre calmato al risveglio. Lo vedo ancora nei miei sogni oggi, di solito nei momenti in cui sono estremamente stressato e depresso, il che è tutto il tempo, ma di solito quando raggiunge il picco, mi calma ancora e mi fa sentire meglio quando mi sveglio. Potrei scrivere una canzone su di esso qualche volta.

#28

Ok, probabilmente non l'ho mai detto a nessuno. Così. Ho l'età dell'asilo, la famiglia è a casa la sera, sono in corridoio, probabilmente sento qualcosa o voglio che qualcuno mi presti attenzione o qualcosa del genere, quindi apro la porta che conduce alla cucina e vedo mio padre e mio fratello , che doveva avere circa 16 anni, tenendo mia madre per braccia e gambe, chinandosi e… come… sbattendola a terra. La mamma ha un'espressione dolorosa sul viso, papà e fratello sembrano seri, concentrati, non violenti o altro, ma il processo in sé mi è sembrato piuttosto violento. I look at them in terror and say: Hey…Don't fight… Dad tells me to go back to the hall, I get back, just sit there in the dark alone, listen to mom wailing, and… Fifteen years later I still have no clue what the hell that could have been. Physical violence or abuse or anything never really occured in our family when I was young, and even when it did later it wasn't that tipe, and if I asked them now they would propaply say wtf am I talking about.

But really, what COULD that be? Is there any sort of medical aid thechnike like that or what?

Sorry for typos and/or bad English.

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#29

I used to hang out at a bookstore/coffeeshop when I was 13-14.

I had many instances of middle-aged women hitting on me. A few offered to take me out for lunch or buy the books I was looking at. One offered to take me back to her place so we could have a dip in her hottub.

I think the thing that creeps me out the most is that female pedophiles have so little fear of getting caught, and feel like its ok to rape a minor just because their a woman.

It also creeps me out that whenever I tell people about this, 20% of the comments are "yeah wow, that's nuts…. so anyway" and 80% of the time its "SO DID YOU F**K THAT MILF BRO?"

If it was 45 year old men asking a 13 year old girl out for lunch or over for a swim in their hottub he'd be the subject of a national manhunt.

#30

I have vague memories of arriving home, changing out of my school uniform, and immediately going to bed

One of those times my mom checked me out and she saw bruises on my thighs but when she went to talk, the school principal told her not to worry

Eye, my mother couldn't change schools, so easily because I grew up in a rural area

Some time later, my mother made me go to a psychologist and he confirmed to my mom that i had been abused by a school teacher

My brain blocked those memories as a defense

They finally arrested that teacher because my mom, along with other moms, denounced the guy

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#31

When I was fourteen I was on my way to swim practise when a lady asked me for directions to wherever the f**k, I can't remember.

I was a dumb, stupid, naive dumbfuck who didn't question why the f**k she later asked me what my name and age was. I've never, ever told strangers my name, I give whatever fake name pops into my head, but when I said that I was fourteen she turned to the man she was with (her boyfriend) and said, "She is fourteen." in spanish. (I spoke the most basic of spanish back then).

He replied something I didn't understand, but I got this really uncomfortable feeling so I said, "Sorry, I need to get to training." and rushed away. I memorized what he said then called my (hispanic) friend and asked what it meant.

She said, "It means, "s**t, too old."

Bro, I've never been so terrified in my f*****g life. Even now, almost nine years later, if some random stranger asks for directions while I'm out I give the quickest answer I can then f**k off. I don't f**k with random people outside anymore

#32

i got my first bikini when i was 5 or 6. i loved that bathing suit. i only got to wear it once because the comments my dad and his friends were making were making me violently uncomfortable.

i didn't wear another bikini until i was in high school, and my dad still makes comments about my body.

on more than one occasion he's called me sexy and has mistaken me for not his child when i dress up sometimes and will make comments to other people.

im not sure if this counts as creepy but that's the first thing that i thought of.

#33

I always had this early childhood memory of a time we went to visit some family in Florida. I don't know how old I was, but somewhere between 6-8 years old I think. I went on a walk around the block with my uncle, and he said something like “hey my friend lives here, let's stop in and say hi for just a minute.” The next memory I have we are in the living room, the furniture, carpet etc is all that very 80s brown/green/mustard earth tones, and it is dimly lit because the curtains are closed. I'm sitting on the couch being bored or something while my uncle talked to this guy, not paying attention until I could hear my uncle's voice getting louder. I hear his friend saying something like “come on man I'll trade you an 8 ball for an hour with the kid.” It stuck out in my mind because I knew what an “8 ball” was in the context if the magic type, and didn't understand why this guy wanted to give one to my uncle. My uncle seemed mad and I didn't understand that either, and we left right after. I don't remember talking about it with my uncle, I think because I could tell he was mad and that confused and scared me.

My uncle had a crack and cocaine problem that eventually gave him a heart attack and killed him when I was about 19, and it wasn't until then that the memory clicked into place and I realized what had actually almost happened to me. I have no idea why my uncle thought it was a good idea to bring a kid to a pick up, but I'm grateful he didn't pimp me out. Yikes.

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#34

I was playing in these woods near my house where I always went with my cousin. I saw a shoe in the mud and tried to pull it up, but it wouldn't come easy. I thought maybe there was a stick in it that was more in the mud. Then it 'computed,' and I let go. I got away from it and said, 'Let's leave.' I don't think I ever went back to that area again. Now I'm not even sure it happened. Like, maybe it was a really vivid dream.

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#35

This story is not paranormal, but still freaked me out.

When I was 4 or 5, my parents would take me to my grandpas house every weekday so I wouldn't be home alone. My grandma had work, but she would come pick me up around the time my sister got out of school so we could both go home. My sister wasn't feeling well one day, so we both went to my grandparents house. Everything was normal for a few hours, he made us breakfast and turned on cartoons for us. My sister wanted to watch something else so she turned around to him and asked him to put on her favorite show. He didn't respond. He had a weird look on his face, like he was spaced out but angry at us at the same time. He clearly wasn't himself. It was only a bit unsettling, so my sister asked him again. He started making groaning sounds, like he wasn't fully aware of what was happening. My sister got up and dragged me down the hall. We had to pass by his chair and when we did he grabbed my arm. It wasnt like a playful thing, he was holding on tight. It hurt really bad so I tried to get away. I eventually did and we continued running down the hall. We got into the bathroom and my sister said he was playing a game. She said he was a zombie and we need to find a cure for him while staying hidden. We stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes and then we tip toed back. He was totally normal when we got back and it seemed like he had no memory of what just happened.
This happened again when I was alone with him. I didn't know how to use a phone because I was so little, so I just grabbed his flip phone and hid behind his chair. I tried to call someone but I obviously couldn't. I had to sit behind his chair while listening to him make that scary groaning sound. My grandma eventually came home and he was just suddenly normal again.

My family says he has a sickness. They call it a seizure, but I've tried looking for a seizure that has similar symptoms to the way he acts when he has them, but I've had no luck. Looking back, it probably isn't that scary, but it has stuck with me for a long time.

#36

A man yanked me off a swing in a play park (my Dad had taken my brother to pee). Luckily my dog reacted, snapping her lead she barked and snapped at him, he bolted.

#37

Nearly died with my kid neighbor on a sled when we were little, Somehow it veered off into the road and the car almost didn't stop. Realized I was ok with dying, and shielded the kid because there wasn't enough time to throw her off the sled without her getting seriously injured.

#38

One time when i was around 9 or so we had guests over at our house for a few days, and since i had the largest room thet stayed in mine which meant i had to sleep in my younger sisters who was 4 at the time. Well on the 2nd night of me sleeping in the room i slept on the mattress on the floor and she was on the bed and at around 2 in the morning i was woken up from the sound of muttering. I got up and looked over at my sister who was facing my direction but with her eyes closed( i didnt noticed they were closed at the time) so i just started back at her, this is where it starts to get creepy. She then started to cry out of nowhere and saying help me over and over again, so i panicked and went over to her then layed her down, and she then started repeating in a kind of angry tone i had never heard her use saying turn off the fan that was next to her. She then ended up sitting up again and turned it back on and start crying again so i got into the bed and hugged her till she stopped.
The next morning i asked my mum if my sister ever talks in her sleep & she said no. So it was a strange experience and i struggled sleeping the next few days

#39

I had this cool night vision goggles I got when I was 8 or 9 years old that would only see stuff in black and white. It was late one night and I was messing around with the camera function on it, taking photos and recording videos when I see this girl. I only have a brother so it couldn't've been him, because this girl was wearing a dress and she was very thin, unlike my brother. I take off the goggles and there's nothing in front of me, but I get this horrid feeling of "I've seen something I shouldn't have" and turn off the camera and cry myself to sleep.

The next day I try to forget about it and start using the goggles again when I see this moving orange ball floating throughout my house, absolutely terrifying and I get the same feeling. Little me decides to not be as afraid and keep watching it and following it. I followed it to my garage where it disappeared and the room got very hot very fast, I ran out of there and was terrified to go back for weeks. That was years ago and I still have no explanation to what any of that was.

#40

Years ago my bedroom was in the basement, and with the way my room was set up I could see the bottom of the stairs from my bed.

I was napping one day and suddenly jerked awake, and a shadowy figure was sitting on the stairs, watching me. I could feel pure anger and hatred radiating from this figure as it watched me, and my instincts were screaming that whatever it was wanted me dead.

My body was shaking and reacted on its own, moving my arms onto to a defensive position.

After a few seconds the figure suddenly vanished and I could move again. I was freaked out and went upstairs to watch TV.

It happened again a few weeks later, and it was the last time.

#41

There was this one time I fell asleep in my houses living room. I wake up to find an orange silhouette of light just staring at me. The weirdest thing is that it's eyes and mouth which we're also bright simple silhouettes would fade in and out. I'm heavily suspecting it was sleep paralysis as I remember not being able to move.

#42

This story is when i was 8 years old. I was born and lived until i was 12 years old in Albania. My dad used to raise chicken and other non harming animals. Once my dad sended me to close the dors of the animals "houses" it was about 9pm and dark as hell. At one moment i her this sound that I cannot find words to descrive it . Like some yelling but It sounded sike a wolf or a pitbull dog . I was really scared from the dark . But the sound gave me chills and I ran home like a bullet. I told my parenti but the told me that was probably a dog from far away , but it sounded like it was 10-15 ft away from me . I dont know if this is a creepy memory but this story still hunts my childhood

#43

Went to my friends grandads when we were like 12. He had painting of huge c***s in chains and stuff all over the walls. Needed to go and he tried to lock me in. I was crying so much and he was saying "everything was fine until "FagnusTwatfield" started being an arsehole. My friend (who was defintly in hindsight being abused) begged him to let me go) he relented and even got me a black cab home with him in it (as I type this probably to find out where I lived) the kicker ? My mum said I deserved it.

That's the abridged version.

#44

Used to holiday in the Scottish Highlands. Friends of the family had a cottage there in the middle of nowhere. It was always creepy just because it was so isolated. Anyway, one day I went outside and heard the most unearthly sound I have ever experienced. It sounded like a robot demon cackling insanely while simultaneously crying in agony. It just sounded…wrong. I went inside, white as a sheet, and told my dad. He grabbed a stick (LOL) said "come on!" and set off to find the source. We homed in on the sound and saw it was coming from the area close to the water tank which filled from the stream and supplied the cottage. There was clearly something not from this world stuck inside the tank. We nervously approached and circled the tank. My dad suddenly said "ahhhh" and strides confidently to the tank. Now, I don't fully understand the setup of the water system, but there was some kind of small vent pipe on the tank. A large leaf had got stuck in the pipe and created a reed (like a woodwind instrument) and the tank was acting like a giant amplifier/ reverb chamber. The sound was channeled down the valley the stream was in and straight to the cottage. I can still hear the sound in my head as I type this – absolutely demonic. I still want to know how my dad thought he was going to tackle a slobbering hellbeast with a 3ft stick!

#45

So… I nearly got kidnapped

And My least favourite teacher saved me.
Basically I was late leaving from my school so no other kids were around.
Then a man came up to me and offered to bring me to the sweet shop I said no but he urged and urged me. My teacher was on the other side of the parking lot when she noticed and kept her eye on me.
And he kept looking over to see if my teacher was gone yet but she stayed to make sure I was there.
Eventually I walked over to her to try to detour the man and it worked.

I didn't really understanding the implications of what could of happened since I was 7 but this now scares me to think about

Edit:I forgot to finish story but I actually went to the sweet shop after once I saw him leave lol
Which probably wasnt smart but eh all for sweets amirite

Edit: For full stops

#46

I've lived in a small mountain town in Colorado for 17 years. when my friends and I got our licenses, we'd drive around in the mountains when we got bored. This one area we went to frequently is beautiful, but it's known to be pretty sketchy—people shoot guns in the wrong areas, there's a lot of drug use when people party, and bodies have been occasionally found back there. We were driving around one night when we suddenly passed a man walking on the road. It was weird because we hadn't seen him in the headlights initially, it was more like he appeared out of nowhere as we were passing him. I thought he was walking a little weird as I looked back at him so I asked my friend to stop, maybe he was hurt or something. He paused for like 10 seconds when we stopped, and then he started RUNNING at the vehicle. Not a “oh s**t let me catch up to them real quick” jog with a wave or anything like that, a full blown sprint like he had a personal vendetta against us. It freaked us out and my friend hit the gas again. We did call the police just to make sure we didn't leave him in danger, but didn't hear anything else about it.

And this is more lighthearted, but when the game Until Dawn first came out, I was freshly living alone in my own place for the first time at 22. I was PETRIFIED of the dark for weeks after watching the playthrough. I had to start sleeping with a light on because I was having nightmares, and I was genuinely so terrified of the monsters in that game potentially busting in through my sliding door windows. I couldn't even bring myself to move around in my bed to adjust and get comfortable. I knew it was ridiculous but just couldn't shake that fear for weeks.

#47

It isn't too creepy but when i was like 9 there was this rumour in school that the girls bathrooms were haunted(i'm pretty sure me and my friends started this rumour lmao) but no one actually thought it was real obviously. When i went in the bathrooms alone at break time i heard this girl crying(like full mental breakdown crying)so i told a teacher but when she went in the bathroom like 30 secs later there was absolutely no one there and no one on the yard looked like they had been crying.

#48

I grew up in the middle of Australia. For some context my parents are British and had lived in the country for years. Anyway as most people know the middle of Australia is a desert and living there has its pros and cons. By far the creepiest thing I remember from my time there was finding a human tooth around 20 mins away from my house. It came up in a conversation after I moved to the UK with my sister.

Edit: I forgot to mention that there were a few teeth and they looked to be human

#49

I was in grade 11 and left school a little later than I usually do for no reason that I can remember. As I almost got home I deviated from my usual path home for some reason. I rounded a corner and saw my neighbors little sister talking to a strange man (she was in like grade 5 or 6 at the time)…she looked over and saw me and had this look of extreme relief and screamed my name and ran towards me and hugged me. The man ran away. I never forgot that day and always think about what could have happened. I walked with her when I could to and from school for awhile after that.

#50

A shady homeless looking dude suddenly appearing from the woods and beckoning my friend and I to come with him. We hightailed it the f**k out of there.

#51

In my old hometown, we weren't allowed to play out of the yard. The highway was at one end and the bayou at the other. Like alligators walking down the road was a normal occurrence ya know?

So anyway, there was a girl who would ride her bike up and down the road and we'd chit chat. She was maybe…..7? 8? I know I was like 5 or 6, we weren't too far apart. Anyway, she would come and talk and then we would part. Sometimes she came with other kids, sometimes not.

One day, she invites me to her birthday party. I saw I have to ask my mom if I can go. She said she lived a couple houses down, no big deal. Mom says no. You don't know her, she doesn't live on this street, etc. I was upset, so unfair, she's my friend! I never saw her again and thought she was mad at me.

I went back to visit family and brought up this story with my mom and aunt about how weird it was I never saw her after that. They got really quiet and my aunt tells me that there was a girl by that name who was found in this guy's house along with a bunch of other kids. He did awful things to them and they died.

Here's where it's creepy: they would have been dead by the time I was talking to them. I never felt so cold and we all agreed to never talk about it again

#52

When I was about 9 or 10, there was a child abductor and murder that was in the local news. Both of my parents were local police officers, my dad was working on the case, I think. My parents talked about it a lot in passing. One thing they specifically talked about was the white van with a circular window on the side of the van.
Well during that time, I was in a knee brace due to recurrent knee dislocations. However I was an active child, so I didn't let it keep me from going out anywhere. Well one day I decided to go with my sisters and their friends to collect paper money for our paper route. Well as we were walking, me limping, a white van with the circular window passed by our group. The first time we didn't think of it because we lived on a main road. After the 3rd time seeing it, we all got a little scared. My sisters and their friends were saying how they can just make a run for it, they'll be fine. At that point, I started sobbing cause I knew I wouldn't get away cause of my knee. My sisters ended up walking me home and told me to lock the door, then they left me by myself.
I remember spending the next couple hours avoiding windows and doors, in case the van saw where I lived. It was pretty terrifying as a child. When I think about it now, I wonder how much my sisters might have exaggerated what they saw in order to scare me, so they wouldn't have me tagging along.

#53

The park down the street my mom took us to play and walk the dogs….it was large with some very isolated areas that became the woods once you took certain paths. We lived in a bad neighborhood but I didn't really understand that. Lots of creepy s**t went down there but we never stopped going and generally went almost daily.

Some examples….

A certain isolated section was a hangout for paint sniffers. They would lay in tall grass and get high so you couldn't see them unless you were basically on top of them. They were sketchy, disheveled, high as f**k and usual had metallic paint on their hands and faces. Hearing spray paint cans rattle still gives me chills.

There was what looked like a kids stick fort but was clearly where a homeless person was living… Obviously homeless people aren't inherently creepy but my mom let us play in it amoung their things. That was irresponsible, potentially dangerous and rude. We never saw the person or people living there somehow. But I wonder if they saw us?

We came across several sort of traps on the paths to the fort though. Metal wires strung across the path fastened to branches at neck height….sharp sticks stuck up in the ground… Stuff like that.

This was in the Midwest and there was a lake right there too, so when it iced over during the winter we walked on it but my mom also let us walk on it when it started to thaw. I remember walking on it seeing the water bubble and move underneath and feeling how soft the thawing ice felt. I was nervous but I didn't fully know better or how incredibly dangerous this was.

One year there was a serial killer operating in the area and the secluded woodsy place was where he was burning and dumping the bodies of his victims. We still went there all the time.

Looking back I low-key wonder if my mom was like trying to kill us. Like not really but kind of. She was in a terribly abusive relationship and when I think about her life then she must have been really unhappy. Aside from what I'm describing here she was a great mom who was incredibly loving and responsible but this all makes me absolutely cringe and get goosebumps when I think back on it.

#54

I only vaguely remember this but my family remember it well

I was very small, maybe about 4/5 and I lived with my mum and my Nan. My nan rushed out of the house one day and came back a few hours later.

I was sat on the stairs when she came in and I could see my auntie Rita behind her waving at me but she wasn't speaking. I asked nan why Rita was with her..

She had gone to the hospital. Rita had died an hour previously. Still gives me the heeby jeebies to this day

#55

I remember about a few DAYS ago, I was being the average 14 year old. Listening to songs and playing video games. When I heard a set of footsteps in my kitchen. It was 3:00 AM and everyone was asleep. I didn't hear a door open or anything. I just heard footsteps. I open my door look left and right. Then I decide that I'm being stupid, and get some food. But then I heard footsteps going down the stairs. So I rush to my front windows look outside, and I see someone running away from my house.
Literally the scariest s**t

#56

I went with my mom who was a psychiatric nurse to her job at a state run psychiatric facility to grab her check. I saw a man run down the stairs screaming and flailing his arms and about 3-4 guys grab him and put him on a gurney for mechanical and chemical restraints. I must have been around 9-10. It was scary at the time but then I ended up becoming an LCSW and helped open residential program for adolescents with behaviors similar to this.

#57

When I was 16, my room was right at the top of very steep stairs. Like, you're at the top of the stairs, turn right without moving and you're in my doorway. I didn't have an actual door, it was a curtain stapled to the ceiling. My mom is obese and never came up this steep stairs. My mom and step-dad were abusive physically, mentally, and emotional.

Well, im sitting there in my room chillin on the computer, and I looked over because I saw the curtain swing open. My mom was sitting sloppily in the doorway leaning on the side of it. I had no idea at the time, but she was super high from meth and cocaine. Her face was saggy and looked kinda grey and red, she kinda looked half dead and half possessed. I asked her what she was doing there and she responded with "You should have tried harder to kill yourself, you can't even do that right. You're the reason our lives are horrible and your the reason we can't feed your brothers cuz you cost too much money to take care of. You're worthless. A complete waste of space. Try harder next time".

I was used to hearing her say bad things about me, but she had never flat out tell me to try to kill myself again. I was honestly more shocked she was up there in the first place and concerned cuz the way she looked, and me not knowing she was on drugs, I thought she was sleepwalking.

I didn't want her to fall down the stairs, her being in that state so I went over and said "let's get you back downstairs". I went to put my arm around her to help her up and she jerked away while saying " get the FUVK away from me " and then she feel down roughly 40 very steep stairs. I was so scared for her cuz she could have died and she was sitting at the bottom of the stairs just screaming and crying hysterically in pain. From the base of the stairs to the living room where her chair was was about a 10 second walk and it took over an hour and a half for me to carry her (again, she was pretty big) to her chair. No one else helped.

Turns out she broke her ankle in 5 spots. Yikes. A few years ago, I was 25. I had gained alittle more wisdom about the world and the things that happened in my childhood not being normal/so extreme. This was not the first time s**t got crazy. I was used to it. I realized she was on drugs. I confronted her about it and she said yes. I asked her if thats why she said those things and asked if thats why the situation happened and she said im full of s**t, she would never do or say anything so awful to me. It turned into a fight until my brother spoke up, overhearing us. His room was at the top of the staira…walk bout 3 feet forward, instead of turning right and you're in his room….the stairway was right on the edge of his room and mine. He said "Mom. I was there. It happened. I heard the whole thing. I just pretended to sleep." And she was floored.

Now, im turning 28 in 1 week, and at this moment, my mom has been clean for almost 3 years (my birthday is May 1st and her "sober anniversary " is May 17th). Now that's she is drug free she has been the most caring, lovely, genuinely kind soul. We have had dozens and dozens of very productive conversations about our past both individually and collectively. She has divorced my step dad and is living on her own in the same apartment complex as me, actually. She is a volunteer AA and NA (narcotics anonymous) representative, trying to help others now that they helped her so much.

I never thought I'd see the day when I would feel her love. I work in the Emergency Room in a small town and im alone and bored most days. Even today, as I was typing this on my phone at work, I had to put my phone down because she came and surprised me with coffee to help me get through the shift alittle easier, give me hugs and kisses, and a short lovely conversation.

Things are so much better now, but I will never forget that encounter. The whole thing was bad, but I will never forget that half dead, demonic look. It still haunts me, but im so glad its gone.

#58

I was riding my bike and there was like a courtyard with plants and the path through was like a Y shape, you went in and in the middle could turn left or right to go through and out.

I went in and just before I got to the middle a cat walked out of a Bush and sat in the middle of the left L and stared at me. I stopped my bike as I'd never seen a cat stare so much and act like that.

Cats absolutley hate staring at people (I'm a cat owner) but this cat held my gaze for an age and did not move. I had been going to go left so I changed my mind and went to turn right.

And ANOTHER cat came out of another Bush and sat in the middle of the right path and stared at me. They both stayed put I was looking back and forth between them and I just had a feeling like.

These are not ordinary cats, they looked at me like they were people in a cats body and it freaked me out and gave me chills. I ended up turning around and going back the way I came

When I looked back I could see both of them going back into their bushes at the same time. I ended up going all the way round the block ?

It's such a none story but I've never forgotten it and wonder of they had been trying to warn me of something.

#59

Didn't happen to me, but my dad;

He was walking our dogs kinda late at night and a homeless crackhead was standing at the end of a dead end street talking to herself in Spanish. (For context reasons we are Puerto Rican so keep that in mind) she noticed my dad walking our dogs and began to say in Spanish “those dogs are so pretty let me touch them, those dogs are so pretty let me touch them” over and over again, he said she followed him for a few minutes and her voice kept getting deeper the more she would say it, like if she got possessed… or was already possessed lol.

Luckily she was on the opposite side of the street and she stopped following him eventually!

We don't live in the best area, so sometimes you're going to see some sketchy stuff that makes you feel really uncomfortable, but it's something to keep in mind and makes you more aware about things.

#60

Two stories from the same place we used to holiday every year, a tiny island, half a mile wide and a mile across, no cars allowed and it used to be inhabited by monks so there were many tales of hauntings.

The first was when we used to stay on the campsite. I had been to the toilets and I was walking back to our tent. I passed through a small group of people sitting in chairs in the middle of the field (nothing unusual here, people would sit out and stargaze and drink without bothering people inside their tents).

As I passed through someone said something to get my attention, I can't remember what was said but I was just chatting with them when suddenly this one man pointed his finger at me. He had a cigarette in his hand and all of a sudden all I could focus on was the lit end of this cigarette. He kept on talking to me but I don't know what he said. All I know is I could not take my eyes away from that glowing orange dot.

I felt very afraid but I could not move. It was like the whole world vanished and it was just me, him and that damn cigarette that I could not stop looking at. I don't know what happened but I'm damn sure that dude hypnotised me in an instant.

I remember hearing a laugh from someone in the group and it was like the spell was broken. I ran back to my tent with my heart pounding as they all laughed at me. Overall it is the weirdest thing that has happened to me. I don't really believe in psychics and hypnotism etc but that guy sure did something to my brain.

The other incident was when we stayed in a cottage overlooking a courtyard which had a church in the corner. It was the last thing I would see from outside when I closed the curtains at night and it used to freak me out. It got to the stage I would crawl under the window to close the curtains without having to look outside at that creepy old church.

A few years later some archaeologists visited the island and did some digging. What did they find under the church steps? The skeleton of a monk, buried upside down.

#61

my childhood was super complicated but growing up, i lived with my dad for a period of years (age 5-10, full time, i think?).

now, my dad isn't a great dad, in that he's not really present. his priority has never been his kids – i have two half siblings from his previous marriage – but he's not a bad person.

while i lived with him, i had a babysitter. we'll call him mark. he lived at our house (again, complicated childhood thanks to a really complicated dad) and i remember thinking he was the bee's knees. he taught me to play magic and carried me around on his shoulders and he was all around a great guy. but i also remember him doing things he shouldn't have done. inappropriate stuff that stands out in my mind, with full detail, that i've never forgotten.

part of me wonders if it's just something i made up so i've never talked to anyone about it. but i remember it like it was yesterday, so it feels real? i went to therapy for nearly a decade of my life but this is something i never talked about. i don't want to make a mountain out of a molehill in case it's just all in my head, but i've always wondered if i really was a victim of SA.

#62

Ok hear me out because this one is a doozie and I never tell anyone this story unless they were there or knew the guy I'm about to tell you about. Around 12 years old I met some friends from a different school and started hanging out with them after school. We smoked cigarettes and did regular 12 year old kid stuff but one day my one good friend tells me that there is this guy that creeps everyone out and the school he goes to tells the kids when they walk home from school they have to cross the street to the other side as he has made some funny remarks to the kids and scared them.

We found out his name was Gus and being the little shits that we were we decided just to go up to the house and start talking to him. So we did. He answered the door and he was a older guy, but tall. Like 6”4 but skinny and old. I'd say about 65-70 years old. He had a Dutch accent and we just started talking about random s**t and sometimes disgusting s**t like sex and having sex with animals and he would laugh and make jokes with us about it. We thought this guy was f*****g hillarious. After our conversation he said he had some gifts for us and gave us each a couple bags of condoms. Again we thought this was f*****g hillarious. Over the summer we would visit Gus all the f*****g time. There were rumours that he was a child molester or a psycho but that honestly didn't scare us.

He was so frail and dumb that our group of friend could have whipped him good. Gus would remember each and everyone of our birthdays and we tell us to stop by on our birthdays each year and he would give us 20 bucks. He even went as far as to find out some of our addresses and sent us super creepy birthday cards and Christmas cards in the mail all the time. Gus was now a staple in our outings. As we got older we started drinking and smoking weed and stuff and he would pick us up if we were too drunk to drive or even drive us to parties and stuff. All the while still being creepy old Gus talking about gay sex and banging squirrels and the what not.

We found it f*****g hillarious but if I tell anyone this story people look at me like what the f**k dude. You're f*****g nuts. The cops got involved for a little bit and even some of the neighbours and stuff just worrying about us but we told them that he was actually harmless and he's just af*****g weird duck. Now as we got older Gus started to let us in his house, and actually let us party there and stuff. I actually f*****g slept over a couple times with some other friends. If my parents ever found out this was happening we would have been dead.

There was probably a group of 6 or 7 of my friends that Gus would trust in his house but slowly he started letting more people come in as our friend group got bigger. It got to the point where me and one other friend could just walk into Gus house and even take his f*****g car. But only me and my friend. I have a million stories of that era I could tell but would f*****g creep people out but Gus stayed in touch with me until the day he died about 7 years ago. He would send me Christmas cards and even leave weird messages on my answering machine sometimes. My f*****g wife actually got to meet him one time too.

I honestly think Gus was just a lonely old man who was either a closet homosexual or just had a weird sense of humour that matched ours. There is so much more to this story but I'd be writing for hours. I actually miss the f*****g guy. He actually because a good friend after a while as WEIRD as it f*****g sounds. Please note. Gus was never a child molester, those were just rumours and we confirmed that much later than we should have hahah. But we knew.

It's so hard to explain Gus to someone who hasn't met Him. He was this massively tal weird guy who wore Hawaiian shirts and weird hats to make us laugh. He would say the most off the wall s**t to make us laugh. We were kids and I think he was just a really lonely old man who needed some sort of human interaction as everyone in the neighborhood despised and even would vanadalize his house.

F**k another story just popped up. I went early one night to meet my friend there and walked into Gus house and my friend wasn't there so I sat with Gus. He ordered me a goddamn pizza while I waited for my friend and we just hear a huge “bang bang bang” and Gus didn't even flinch. I said what the f**k was that Gus, and he just said so sad “oh those are those kids egging me again” I actually felt bad. But anyway if you wanna hear more about Gus I have a million stories to tell as he was in my life from 12 years old till my 30's.

#63

I was 9 years old. I lived in a small town far from the city, where we all knew each other. Summer was cold, rainy and windy. It was a rainy day and I was in my bed, until I heard a loud noise coming from outside. It was like a gunshot or a firework. I went out to check and noticed that on the glass was written "run, watch out for her" I thought it was a joke from a friend or smthng, but when I came out I heard a loud scream coming from my parents' room. I went as fast as I could, but they were just sleeping. I woke them up scared and told them what happened. My mother went with me to look at the letters on the glass, while my father went to get his gun. When we went, the glass was just badly fogged up and there was nothing written on it. My mother thought it was a dream, but I swear I heard that strange sound and saw that sentence written on it. My mother started to become more distant, until one day she left the house. Only a few months ago I was informed that my mother was in an asylum and had committed several crimes. It was the most surreal thing that ever happened to me.

(I used translator, sorry if the english is bad, and this is a true story just its very sumed up)

#64

Just remembered another story. My mom had serious mental illness which involved among many other things, serious neglect. Me and my brother when we were "dirty" (hadn't bathed that day and left the house l) had to sleep on a sofa with no cushions (90's so effective sharp edged 6 by 2 planks) with no blanket. All night one of her "boyfriends had climbed up to the ledge and tried to break in, we were terrified and she was sleeping in the room with us pretending none of it was happening. The setee we were sleeping on was directly under the window. F*****g terrifying. So grown a*s man trying to pry old school windows open with tools whilst my mum went between ignoring it and telling us to "get down" I have so many stories like this. I wish I was down to drugs because I have addiction issues myself but sadly its just severe mental illness. My whole child hood I just remember being cold, hungry and uncomfortable (physically) no carpets on old school wooden floorboards, I thought everyone had to deal with inch long splinters and the relative infections.

#65

There was a garden next to a footpath that some kids used to ride over to take a short cut. The path was narrow with thick thorn bushes each side, very secluded. One day I lost my balance and crashed into the garden on my bmx (was around 8 years old at the time) by accident. I got up, got back on my bike and went down the footpath. Halfway down a man started coming towards me shouting with his arms stretched out blocking anyway past, behind him his wife came doing the same thing. They wouldn't let me go for 10 or so minutes, for the first 2 minutes they made me repeat my name over and over, then they just stood there at my front and back wheel looking down on me for like ages, I could feel their breath on my face and neck. Suddendly the bloke snapped out of the glare and told me "you better go, now" as he stared at the floor, I rode out of there as fast as I could.

They probably had enough of the local kids using their front garden as a cut through. But they were f*****g weird, later on they put up a 7ft fence all around their property. They moved shortly afterwards, when they left their neighbours told us they never seemed right.

#66

It's kind of funny looking back on it but was terrifying at the time.

When I was around 11-13, my friends and I would constantly roam around our neighborhood late at night and just f**k around. Right next to the entrance of our neighborhood, there was a cluster of trees that we called the forest. It wasn't really a forest since it probably only stretched a hundred feet or so in each direction but we called it that nonetheless. We were riding our skateboards by the forest and my friend stopped to take ap**s in the bushes right outside of the treeline.

I thought it would be funny to mess with him by throwing his skateboard into the woods since it was pitch black inside of there and super creepy at night. He naturally got pissy at me and made me go get it but I told him it wasn't my board so it wasn't my problem. After bickering for a few minutes, we decided that the three of us would go in together to get it so that we could protect each other from forest demons.

Now, even though this was a small cluster of trees, this place was creepy as absolute f**k in the nighttime. Just something about it threw you off. Hell, even in the daylight it was creepy. We slowly crept in and shined our flashlights around looking for the skateboard. My friend saw it about 15 feet into the woods and made me go get it since I was the one who threw it in. I rushed over to go pick it up and as I was bending over to pick it up, I heard my 2 friends start screaming and yelling. I looked up to see a homeless man pissing on a tree about 10 feet in front of me. He had a really shocked look on his face. I too screamed, grabbed the board and bolted.

My friends had turned and fled with the flashlight before I could turn so I stumbled through the dark and tripped over a bunch of roots and could barely see but I made it out in one piece. We took off and fled back to my friends house all the while yelling about the serial killer in the woods. Looking back at it, that poor homeless guy was probably equally as spooked as we were and just wanted to urinate in peace and us dipshit kids came along and ruined his tranquility.

#67

I almost got kidnapped once. some stranger was following me on the way home, he proceeded to ride the same train as me, but i ran away and went out of the train at the wrong plattform. it was still worth it.

#68

I'd legitimately blacked it out, because it was so traumatic, but as an adult, a beloved aunty brought it up for some unfathomable reason, and ever since, I can't forget it.

When I was small, like still in diapers small, my working mother had to hire out babysitting for me while she went to work to earn a living. Sometimes, my grandmother would pick me up from said babysitter's and take me home where we all three lived. This day, my grandmother noticed that I was sullen and more taciturn than usual. I now know I was autistic, but rural Indiana in the 70s, no one knew what autism was. She reached across the bench seat in the car to try to touch me and I recoiled. When she got me home, she checked me up and found bruising all up under my diaper. Like serious bruising. Sexual assault bruising. She took me to the same hospital where I was born, and I guess my mom met us there. I don't remember any of the exam, or the abuse itself. I just remember the "babysitter's boyfriend" as the culprit. It was later discovered that he was AWOL from the Army (this was after Vietnam), and eventually disappeared from the area altogether.

I remember taking college classes and learning that in our lifetimes, 20% of women will have experienced at least one sexual assault. I wondered why that statistic bothered me so damn much. Now, I know, it's because I didn't make it out out diapers before mine.

#69

I was about 8-9 years old at the time (26 M) walking home from school, usually with a few friends who lived down my street but this time I was alone. I was a few streets away from home and there was an middle aged asian man out the front of his house doing his gardening. I could feel him staring at me and we locked eyes and he started small talk in a really broken accent “hello I have seen you walk past here so many times” the rest is not vivid but I remember him asking where I lived, who I lived with and if I wanted to help him do some gardening… I was a nice kid so I was happy to do small talk and answer his questions. I then remember that if I was not home by 3:30pm then I would miss Dragon Ball Z and panicked and started running home… I remember eating while watching DBZ and telling mum about the encounter….and the look on her face.

DBZ is still my favourite anime.

#70

This isn't really a memory but, whenever I'd think of all 4 of my siblings counting all of them in my head I always felt like there was supposed to be a 5th one like I was forgetting someone. My sister year later told me my mom had 2 miscarriage's and 1 abortion. This was told to me before I even let anyone know how I felt because I thought it was just my mind being dumb. Maybe I'm connected with the 3 babies that died.

#71

Grew up in apartments with a huge storm water reservoir behind them. We would often hop the wall and play in there since it was always empty. Along the wall we would usually hop was lined with thick brush so there were few spots to easily hop back over to the apartments. Anyway one day after playing, it started getting dark l and as we are walking toward our spot to hop over and this man crept out about 20 feet in front of us on all 4s wearing some tattered shorts, we froze, he growled and ran at us on all 4s at incredible speed. I was around 9 and the second fastest kid in school and he was almost keeping up. We scattered and found some alternate routes. I remember running and yelling "I'm sorry I'm sorry" out of sheer terror. Never told our parents because they probably wouldn't have believed us, and they would have whooped our asses for playing out there since my brother had accidentally set fire to it once.

#72

I'm thoroughly convinced that I saved a girl from being kidnapped by a stranger.

There was this dream that stayed in my head for a long time. In it, I was observing, kind of like a fly on the wall so to speak. But instead of a room, this is taking place in a public setting, a Tennessee Titans football game if I remember. This dream would creep its way into my sleep cycle periodically, and the frequency of its appearance led me to believe it was like a reminder or something. So every time I had it, I would jolt myself awake and immediately try to write down every detail that I could remember on a piece of paper.

Main Concourse

Concession stand

Sections 141-142

Titans: 8
Jets: 3

Big fight on field

These are just some of the details that I for sure could remember.

Now here's the details that I was unsure of:

Young girl, age Seven? Eight? Nine even?

Brown hair or just really dark red?

Titans jersey, number 11? No name on jersey?

Is that a thing of cotton candy?

Oh wait, who's that guy leaning against the cement pillar?

Big man, not entirely overweight but pretty heavyset?

No jersey for any of the two teams? Regular clothing, somebody not affiliated with the Titans or Jets, so why are you here?

Mid to late 40s? Early 50s?

Really Grey hair for someone at mid-life.

WHY ARE YOU STARING SO INTENTLY AT THAT LITTLE GIRL?!! DO NOT APPROACH HER OLD MAN!

And that's where I jolt myself awake every time the dream cycled it's way into my sleep. One thing's for sure: that man was creepy as f**k. You'd think that every time I had the dream, he'd look different. Nope, exactly the same, every time.

Eventually I forgot about that paper.

This was happening in 2013; I was about 14. It wasn't until the next year that every detail that I remembered came in hand.

My dad got tickets to a titans game, box seats. Okay sweet, we get a box to ourselves

…the Titans were playing the Jets… oh… wait a minute, Titans and Jets?

I go digging for that piece of paper. I find it and take it with me when we go to the game.

Once we get there and get settled into the suite, I tell my folks I'm going to run down to the concessions, something about “the suite doesn't have what I'm wanting to eat”. So I leave.

Something about that day never really left my mind, the fact that, out off all the concession stands that I went to, none of them had what I was looking for. I eventually found a concession stand that had what I was wanting, near the sections, get this…

141 and 142.

At this point I'm starting to wonder, was I meant to be at this concession? At this time on this day? I thought “you know it wouldn't hurt to take a quick look around, it's not like anything is going to happen right?”

So I start just looking around, watching the crowds mill about, trying to get to their seats and all. And that's when I see a little girl. Titans jersey, number 11, no name. Definitely dark red hair, almost auburn, not the typical bright red. Okay, she's holding cotton candy.

I thought to myself “alright, this is the real deal. This is happening.” Immediately, I start looking for mister creepy dude.

Sure enough, there he is off to the side, just a little out of sight. Gotcha you son of ab***h.

So I start to think of ways to approach her without looking like a creep myself. By some stroke of luck there was an MNPD officer just standing a few feet away.

So I approach him real quick, I ask him to take a look, acknowledge that there's a little girl by herself, possibly waiting for her parents. I informed him that a very unsavory individual was watching her as well, that he looks like he shouldn't be there. Asked the officer if he could acknowledge that man's presence as well, he did. I told the officer that I was going to approach the little girl and asked him to keep watch.

I approached her, asked for her name, and assured her I meant no ill-intent. I said “do you see the police officer over my shoulder?” She nodded yes, I said “let's go talk to him real quick.” I glance up quickly, just quick enough so the girl wouldn't notice, and I could see mister creepy giving me a glare. I did my best to ignore it.

We walk back to the officer and he's talking into his radio, “we have a potential kidnapping suspect down on the concourse level, a young man down here got the intended target away from the suspect. Need backup down here ASAP. White male, mid to late 40s, possibly early 50s. White hair, plainclothes, suspect is not wearing a jersey of any kind. Be advised, suspect has disappeared into the crowd, all units be on the lookout.”

After waiting a few minutes with the little girl, here comes her dad asking what happened. We told him and then he called his wife on the phone. The dad and his daughter immediately left the stadium after that.

After they left, the officer asked me “what made you think that little girl was in danger?” I said “just a feeling officer. Just a feeling.”

After that I returned to my family's box suite, just to watch the Titans get beat 11 to 16.

I never had that dream again after that day.

TLDR, a dream I had ended up saving a little girl from being kidnapped.

#73

Being followed by a weird looking women who was covering her whole face saying random things in a low voice tone

#74

(We are gonna name the friend nick.)

I was about 5 or 6. And I was in my room dead asleep and I heard something being pushed off my tv stand and I sat up and saw my brother's friend which was my friend. But he looked f****d up. Not drunk. Well a little. But his left side of his head was bashed in and his face was a bloody cut up mess. His clothes were ripped and dirty with dirt and blood and his right arm looked broken because it was bent at his elbow and his forearm. I said "Nick? It's bed time I need to sleep!" (He was always a trickster so I thought he was planting a prank.) But he managed a smile. I vividly remember his words and his voice sounded like he was near sobbing "You aren't going to see me anymore. Tell your family I said hi, please?" And I nodded and he just stared at me for a minute. "Go back to bed. Goodnight *my name*" And I said goodnight and rolled over and just assumed he left. The next morning my dad sat me on the kitchen counter and told me Nick had died in a car crash.

The car crash was not his fault though if you were wondering. Him and his two "friends" were at a party with other people up in the mountains at a camp site. They had a truck where the back seats were turned to face eachother. They put blacked out him in the back and started to drive down the road which had a cliff off to one side. They drove the truck off and they ditched. Truck rolled and crushed him. They dragged his body out a good 50 yards into the woods and left him there.

#75

When I was kid riding my bike around my neighborhood, an 18 wheeler (very rare for these to be down our back neighborhood roads) started driving slowly beside me inching closer and closer to me until I felt the need to fall off sideways because I thought I'd get hit. He drove off and I started to head home. He ends up beside me again and does the same thing. I remember coming home and being so terrified and too embarassed to tell my parents. (Assuming they'd brush it off as a lie, wtf could they even do anyway??)

#76

i was like 7,and to this day i dont know if this was a real person or not,but my mom was/is a heavy drug user and was at this time too and constantly had people over or was taking me to other peoples houses/apartments that i didnt know.

i was asleep once and it was really late and i was on the couch,i think my mom was either asleep or gone maybe because i didnt hear her walking/talking etc when i woke up to this,but i woke up to a dude standing above me and just looking at me for like 5 minutes.
i pretended to be asleep in case it was an actual person and if id get in trouble or something by being awake,but was peeking and they didn't go away and just stood there,so i just opened my eyes and they never moved until i closed my eyes again and tried to “hide” myself with blankets because i was freaked tf out, and when i looked they were gone again.

it was dark so it was more of a silhouette but i really think it was a guy standing above me because i had that feeling or sense you get when someone is close to you,and there was also a distinct smell that was only there when they were standing there so that also makes me believe they were an actual person+ it kinda looked like they were wearing a jacket lol…but like,who and why???why are you staring at someone sleeping for 5+ minutes straight in the dark???

#77

I had this picture of my parents and me, before my sisters were born, and I used to sleep on a bunk bed, coincidentally opposite the picture. Every time I would try to sleep, I would constantly get creeped out by the eyes of the picture, not sure why, but I always had the feeling the eyes were moving.

#78

Slipping on the ice on my way to school and being helped up by a bearded bloke who introduced himself as “Peter” and tried to strike up a conversation with me.

This was around the time of the Yorkshire Ripper murders.

(Fonte: Bored Panda)